A Crisis of Conscience

As Harry watched Beth continue to orgasm, his conscience started to get the better of him. He was doing all this against her will, and he liked her to much for that. So, a tad reluctantly, Harry waved his hand, causing Beth to stop orgasming. Harry stood up, and got dressed. He headed out of his room, and picked up Beth's clothes from the living room floor. He walked over to Beth's door, and knocked on it.

"Beth? Can we please talk?" Harry asked her.

"Uh...just a minute!" Beth replied. Harry heard her moving about, and then she opened the door, wearing her dressing gown.

"I uh..brought you your clothes," Harry said nervously.

"Thanks," Beth replied, apparently nervous too. "Please..come in."

Harry walked into Beth's room, and they say on her bed.

"So..what did you wanna talk about?" Beth asked Harry. He was very nervous, and refused to make eye contact with her.

"I'm sorry," he simply said.

"Sorry? What for?" Beth asked, confused.

"For...for all that stuff that just happened to you!" He blurted out.

"Y-you know about that?"

"I don't just know about it, I caused it."

"But how? You couldn't possibly have caused all that."

"Beth...I'm God." Harry felt silly saying it.

"You're...God?"

"Yeah, and I'm really really sorry and I won't do it again, I swear!"

Harry closed his eyes, expecting a punch in the balls. Instead, he felt Beth wrap her arms around him.

"W-what's this for?" he asked her, confused.

"For telling me the truth, and for stopping," Beth replied, releasing him. "Thank you. I know you could have had your way with me. Most guys would have."

"Yeah, I figured it'd be practically ****," Harry said. "Do you want me to change you back?"

"No...I kinda like this," Beth replied, cupping her breasts through her dressing gown. "Can I keep these?"

"Sure," Harry replied. "But Beth, can I ask you to not tell anyone please? You know, about me being God?"

"Of course Harry," Beth replied.